I am glad to know you, Lucy. I have been told that I am most excellent company, and it must be the truth. I cannot recall a time when my friends ever told me differently.

[ He’s visibly more than a little disappointed that the water isn’t more wine, but he manages what might be a polite nod. It’s honestly nearly indistinguishable between a nod and what could be his body slumping forward once more. His messy curls fall across his eyes and he makes no move to brush them away, but he hardly seems bothered by them. Perhaps he hasn’t noticed, blind as he already is to the world around him. ]

I care for him more than I care for myself.

[ Clearly. I mean—just look at the state he's in. This is a man who doesn't take care of himself. ]